In a bid to raise troops for the Egyptian campaign we crossed the Gulf and landed in British Somaliland.
After enquiries I was informed not to expect much of the men here as they spent most of their time chewing Cat. This was of much much interest to the Major who enquired as to why the local men were so fond of chewing Cat. Learning that it possessed certain relaxing qualities he set about finding one.
The following morning a rather vexed Major was found in the Physicians tent with scratch marks all over his face and a mouth full of hair.
The Cat in question turned out to be a plant and not the feline variety of which my wife is so fond and which I have shot accidentally on many occassions.
The Colonel
